Lloyd Alexander - Taran Wanderer (1967)

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Shakespeare, Dickens, Mark Twain, and so many others were my dearest friends and greatest teachers.

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Believe what you like. You'll be surprised how comforting it is.
I ask no comfort, Taran replied, but the truth, be it harsh or happy.

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In the race of men is much greed and envy; but of truth, little.

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Craftsmanship isn't like water in an earthen pot, to be taken out by the dipperful until it's empty. No, the more drawn out the more remains.

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If I do find pride, I'll not find it in what I was or what I am, but what I may become. Not in my birth, but in myself.

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Count yourself lucky, the potter went on, that you have understood this now and not spent your years in vain hope. This much have you learned, and no learning is wasted.

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Speak up, my boy. If you want truth, you should begin by giving it.

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I saw myself, Taran answered. In the time I watched, I saw strength – and frailty. Pride and vanity, courage and fear. Of wisdom, a little. Of folly, much. Of intentions, many good ones; but many more left undone. In this, alas, I saw myself a man like any other.
But this, too, I saw, he went on. Alike as men may seem, each is different as flakes of snow, no two the same. You told me you had no need to seek the Mirror, knowing you were Annlaw Clay-Shaper. Now I know who I am: myself and none other. I am Taran.

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If life is a loom, the pattern you weave is not so easily unraveled.

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If I fret over tomorrow, I'll have little joy today.

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When I was a child I dreamed of adventure, glory, honor in feats of arms. I think now that these things are shadows.
If you see them as shadows then you see them for what they are, Annlaw agreed. Many have pursued honor, and in the pursuit lost more of it than ever they could gain.

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Llonio said life was a net for luck; to Hevydd the Smith life was a forge; and to Dwyvach the Weaver-Woman a loom. They spoke truly, for it is all of these. But you, Taran said, his eyes meeting the potter's, you have shown me life is one thing more. It is clay to be shaped, as raw clay on a potter's wheel.

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